Mcgruff - Exquisite Lyrics
[mcgruff]Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisitePop niggas then I throw the biscuitGet some dro and twist it, when from mo to cryst shitStill gettin that dough, on the striz-ip, on the coke tiz-upThey call me gruffie, crime hound, used to be a pound puppyYou should see the way I down bubblyEvery dame in the town love me, stay dipCardiere flame shit, polo brown rugbyMoves too swift to let ya clowns touch meSmokin like a doo-doo dutchie, and you get found mustyBust his here, man ya cats just inferIts been a while now, I must appear, ya ass outYou *****in wit the cause of this, who liver than thisDive on ya wrist, take ya rollie, try to resistNow Im in the club shakin wit some pie and some crystAnd that shit ya be makin aint hotter than this[chorus 2x: shugar diamonds]Ya know how them thug cats doMcgruff style hard wit that harlem crewGettin bent every day, all dayThe club see sick, its that harlem way, exquisite[mcgruff]Yo, yo my name rings, champagne king, chain danglinHarlem world to england, make world tour movesUp in hotels, girls all *****, who want get screwedBig *****s, wantin to get wit the dudes, sippin crys wit the cubeLookin slick on the tube, yo these *****es got my dick in the moodFlushed out, my mind, room service picked us some foodWe in the rich cart and got baby girl clit fartinNewly ro, day your dick cartin, six squadronForty d, front row seats, knicks at the gardenWe players, six hundred benzes, navigatorsSnatchin papers, overseas, under grass and acresWhen it catch in vegas, bastards hate usFly first class wit gators, flash the latestMy ass stay switch ya ass to neighborsDiamond rings from stings, still spendin cash on more capers[chorus 2x][mcgruff]I drop hot rhymes, take ya hot 97 slot timeI shine like an archive, her thirty night dimeV-12, six hundred gas, put my nike onPut a mic on, put it piked onStrong-arm like nam, desert storm never fight calmRoll fifth, shook my right arm, pearl white palmMurder your life form, make more noise than a night stormHeavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bombLight tron, then theres no tellin, who I might harmTop wall, street businessman, in they white bondIts like on, bullet holes, buck 50 life longFight strong, don juan, ill trife conWrite hype shit, my gang can make a dike like dickAnd my crew bigger than ya crew, twice as thickNiggas be lookin for some mics to stick, nights to slickAnd pikin dick and all the bad righteous chicksMy niggas light toke, you like them flicksTenure conversely, all types of kicksMy man l got 25 to life, told me lifes a *****Said hold ya head gruff, son and write them hits[chorus 2x]
